Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette







Saturday, April 4, 2009

When?

I was lifting Bird out of the van earlier this week because the sedative they gave him at the dentist wiped him out. He was limp, soft, and damp like kids are, you know, like fresh flowers or a peach that's been in the mist, not unpleasant, just...you know...a kid.

He leaned into me, murmured, nestled his head against my shoulder, legs dangling down. His hair tickled my nose, his breath was warm on my neck. My arms were full of him, full of my heart, my best good thing.

I wondered. When did he grow so big? When did he reach the size that I couldn't carry anything but him? When did my baby, ten and one-quarter pounds, become this little boy? When did he become to big for me to carry cross-ways, cuddled up to my heart? When did he grow so long that his feet nearly brush the ground when I pick him up, tangling in my legs when he forgets to wrap them around?

He has almost grown to the point I can't carry him, any more. When will that day come? I will have to become stronger, hold it off a little while longer.

You never know what you've got...

3 comments:

Kit said...

I know!! Even bitty Littleman, when I was carrying him to bed the other night, surprised me with his long legs dangling down. When the hell did they grow so long? What happened? Wow.

Before I know it, it will be Babyman who's that big. How can time move so slow and yet disappear so fast?

The GLamorous Life said...

I loved this post.
My babies are 10 and 8 now.
And I yearn to have feel their weight on me as I would carry them while they slept....

And now. They really are 'little men' something I once called them being sarcastic.

Ugh.
Motherhood.
Sometimes it hurts.

Kyddryn said...

Kit, how slow the minutes, how swift the hours...

Glamorous one, sometimes he will sprawl on me and I remember when he was a little tree frog. Motherhood can be the sweetest hurt there is...